IN THE WHITE MOUNTAINS. 79 
his victory, and grace to improve it to the full. 
For it is scandalous that a bird of the crow’s 
cloth should be a thief; and so, although I 
reckon him among my friends, — in truth, be- 
cause I do so,—Iam always able to take it 
patiently when I see him chastised for his fault. 
Imperfect as we all know each other to be, it is 
a comfort to feel that few of us are so alto- 
gether bad as not to take more or less pleasure 
in seeing a neighbor’s character improved un- 
der a course of moderately painful discipline. 
At Bartlett word came that the passenger 
ear would go no further, but that a freight 
train would soon start, on which, if I chose, I 
could continue my journey. Accordingly, I 
rode up through the Notch on a platform car, 
—a mode of conveyance which I can heartily 
and in all good conscience recommend. ‘There 
is no crowd of exclaiming tourists, the train of 
necessity moves slowly, and the open platform 
offers no obstruction to the view. Fora time 
I had a seat, which after a little two strangers 
ventured to occupy with me; for “it’s an ill 
wind that blows nobody good,” and there hap- 
pened to be on the car one piece of baggage, — 
a coffin, inclosed in a pine box. Our sitting 
upon it could not harm either it or us; nor did 
Wwe mean any disrespect to the man, whoever 
he might be, whose body was to be buried in it. 
